"I'm a terrible flirt."
Said the man I've been waiting for, who managed to occupy my mind the whole time since I first met him four years ago, although I met him very, very briefly.
And he is. I can't deny it because it's a fact.
And I hate it, with all my heart. We were talking and having lunch in my favourite cafe, and all of a sudden I lost my appetite. He was standing and getting a picture of the cafe and he managed to flirt with a girl he saw nearby. And every time he speaks a little too nicely with a waitress or throws a more-than-usual appreciative glance at someone, something inside me dies a little.
I don't blame men in particular for flirting. Women, we, do flirt, too. Although, however, funnily, I don't have any female friends around me who is a terrible flirt. I think woman only flirts when they really want something to happen. That can be either a one-night stand or a real relationship, but I don't know any woman who flirts just because they enjoy the process, or because it makes them feel good about themselves.
So, I don't know why men flirt. And I seriously can't understand why some men are a natural born flirt. It's probably hormonal, but it doesn't make it forgiveable. God grants them brain who are capable of thinking and controlling their behaviour, so it doesn't make it acceptable.
And flirting can be fatal to relationship, both potential or ongoing. When one side flirts, it hurts the other side, because it makes them think that they're not good enough. It makes them feel insecure. And it can erode whatever affectionate feeling they have.
